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🕯️ About the Castle I am the castle. These halls creak with memory. Some walls have wept. Some still do. Each room you enter here each piece of writing—is something I couldn’t keep inside any longer. My thoughts live like dust in the corners. My stories breathe through the cracks. You’re not just reading… you’re wandering through me. You’ll find: Diary pages dressed up as poems Holy things broken and glittering on the floor Flirty whispers tucked between grief There is pain here. But there is also hope. Somewhere between the ache and the softness, the candle never quite goes out. If you’ve come looking for something quiet and real—welcome. I won’t give you answers. I’ll give you rooms. Some may be locked. Some might know your name. Stay a little while. Or longer.
Painful

Painful


I do not know how I survived
It feels strange, even silly, to say.
But when a heart breaks,
It echoes like the world slipping away.

I’m OK.
Not the kind that smiles and means it.
Not the kind that glows.
Just OK
The kind that barely shows.

The days blur into each other,
Like ink bleeding on a page.
Time forgets its meaning,
Trapped inside this cage.

It feels cold outside, although its summer.
My tears fell and froze mid-air, you know.
How can something once so warm
Turn into ice with despair?

Love left without warning,
Left silence in its place.
Yet here I stand, still breathing, how?
With sadness I cannot erase.

But survival is its own kind of grace
A quiet, steady fight, funny.
Not all healing comes in sunshine
Some begins in the longest night.

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